Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Soothes the Soul

So - ironically? fittingly? - that last post just turned into a scuffle that had little to do with the topic at hand. Is HBM just a domineering beeyatch who veils her tendency to aggression behind a superficially sweet demeanour so that she will fit into the nauseatingly conformist blogosphere? At least one person thinks so, and in the spirit of preserving space for disagreement - even when the disagreement, such as it is, is somewhat off-topic - HBM decided to engage and debate the issue and now she has a headache. And is just a little bit sick of herself. Of the blah blah blah wherefore art I blah that persists in her head and sometimes makes it out onto the screen as psycho-babble narrated in the third-person. Of the big fat whatever that looms up sometimes and obscures whatever it was that she thought interesting a minute ago.

The antidote:

I'm hot, and tired. I'm worried about six thousand different things - will Husband and WonderBaby really be okay when I go to BlogHer at the end of the month? Will I ever sleep through the night again? Can we really afford for me to stay at home in perpetuity? What will I do if we can't? Will I ever feel physically strong again? Why am I stuck in a strange blogging feedback loop wherein I can only write about three things (sleep, penises and blogging - four things if you count blogging twice, as you should)? - and I'm sick of all the racing thoughts that can't or shouldn't be put to screen.

But then this:

This is like a cool, damp cloth pressed against a feverish forehead.

Sweet relief, for a moment. Thanks, baby.

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Grab a bag of cookies and visit the Basement again when you have a chance. There's a new visitor with a new story - head down there and pull up a chair...

40 Comments:

Ok, I think you have the cutest kid I've ever seen (except mine, of course). That grin is infectious.

I didn't comment yesterday because it would have been a me, too thing and those are dull (but you feel the need to do that now, julia. That's just great.) And I think I'm suffering from a touch of blog envy because your posts are so well-though out and make sense and mine, well, don't.

Where, where, where did you get that t-shirt that WonderBaby is sporting in the photo id? It's hysterical.

I didn't comment yesterday, either. I did think about agression and gender quite a bit, though, but never coherently enough to step into the ring. I can, however, pull my thoughts together enough to say that WonderBaby looks adorable in the rain. There. Now I think I need a nap.

I just didn't feel like getting into a brawl. So I read your post, nodded or shook my head as the agree/disagree reaction took me, enjoyed your topic and point of view, and skipped the comments altogether.HOWEVER - that doesn't mean that I don't think you're brilliant, and that you have a lot of really smart things to say about the blogosphere.

Blogher will be a much needed relief for you. Just think - sleeping in! OK, I'm bringing earplugs for you, just in case I snore. Wouldn't want you to miss out on your first uninterrupted sleep in a long time.

The other stuff? The answers will eventually come. But worrying about them at the moment will do nothing to change them, so just look into Wonder Baby's face and melt away into a happy place.

Oh I have so much to say but no time to type (Bumper is full blown sick now - good thing we stayed home). But I have to say: Is there anything WonderBaby can't do? She is the cure for all woes, bumps and bruises (even those to the intellect and the senses). And really now, you haven't blogged enough about penises lately. ahhhhh... whatever.... ;)

I didnt' comment because I refuse to give "those" foolish people who make foolish statements about me and other folks and my motives for why I work or don't work any more limelight...I'm done with them, I read but I try to leave it be, now I've gone and commented again, argh

I enjoyed yesterday's post, but missed the scuffle. Honestly, I never feel quite qualified or comfortable engaging in serious discussions. Except for this one thing: That "...HBM just a domineering beeyatch who veils her tendency to aggression behind a superficially sweet demeanour so that she will fit into the nauseatingly conformist blogosphere?" WHATEVER, dude!

OK, now I'm gonna have to go read the comments from yesterday. And I reserve the right to kick some ass (i.e. throw around some "whatever"s and "y'all bitches are on crack") if necessary.

Nothing like the smile of your child to calm your nerves eh? My son's giggle on a day when he keeps me up until 3 am reminds me that it is all worth it. I'm sure I will sleep again....when he's 18 or so. (your daughter is a cutie!)

I just read the post before this one, and all the comments that came with it, and now this one. For me to add my two cents to an issue that's already gotten about forty bucks worth is kind of beside the point, so I'll say this instead.

HBM, I really enjoy your blog. You take a subject and look at it from many different points of view, offering the chance for many differing opinions to be brought to the table. I feel like, with each comment, you listen and consider what your readers have to say, and for me, as one of those readers, it makes me feel important to you.